Chapter 3

Dealing with advanced stomach cancer, every bite of food felt like torture. Unable to endure the stomach pain any longer, I managed just a few bites of vegetables before heading upstairs.

Back in the room, I took some painkillers and lay down, but the stomach pain got worse.

Curled up in bed, I rummaged through the bedside drawer for two sleeping pills.

When the pain became unbearable, sleeping was the only escape.

I tossed and turned in bed for what felt like an eternity. The painkillers offered little relief, and the burning pain in my stomach clawed at my nerves. The sleeping pills only left me in a haze.

In a state of semi-consciousness, I faintly heard Jazlyn's voice from downstairs, playfully scolding Sebastian. "Sebastian, you're being too dismissive of Betsy. She seems unwell."

Sebastian's nonchalant voice drifted up from below. "She has had a delicate stomach since she was a kid. She'll be fine, don't worry too much."

I didn't know how much time passed before the sleeping pills finally took effect. Just as I was about to drift into sleep, the space beside me on the bed sank slightly. It must have been Sebastian returning.

Half-asleep, I couldn't open my eyes, and the burning pain in my stomach showed no signs of easing.

The doctor had warned me that the cancer cells were spreading aggressively.

Perhaps this time, closing my eyes meant I would never wake up again.

As the pain in my stomach grew worse, I painfully opened my eyes.

The house was eerily quiet, with the table set with freshly heated meals.

I had run out of the medication prescribed by the doctor, so I forced myself to get up and took a cab to the hospital.

During the examination, the doctor sighed repeatedly. "Dr. Nash's latest research on a special drug for stomach cancer can't cure the disease, but can greatly reduce the suffering of patients in the late stages. He's your husband, and you can't keep this hidden from him much longer."

Persuaded by my attending physician, I decided to confront Sebastian and reveal that I was dying.

The torment of advanced stomach cancer left me in unbearable pain. As I passed by a large mirror in the corridor, I caught a glimpse of myself.

My complexion was pale, and my cheeks and eye sockets were hollowed, resembling a shadow of my former self. I wanted to die with dignity.

Just as I was contemplating how to tell Sebastian about my illness, his worried voice came from behind. "Betsy, why are you at the hospital? Is your stomach acting up again?"

The burning sensation in my stomach surged, and I clung tightly to Sebastian's arm, almost pleading. "Sebastian, I have advanced stomach cancer. Can you..."

Before I could finish, Sebastian paused, then chuckled softly. "Betsy, you're becoming childish. Have you started using these tricks to make up stories?"

I wanted to continue explaining, but Sebastian tousled my hair as if comforting a child. "Come on, don't make a fuss. Didn't you agree to accept Jazlyn and the baby?"